FOREST, LAKE, AND RIVER 



of the finest in the ranks of her brave soldiers. 

 By a mighty upward leap, the fish clears himself, 

 and, shaking fiercely in the attempt to get rid of 

 the tormentor which a few seconds ago he re- 

 garded as a dainty morsel, throws about him a 

 shower of drops which in their falling catch the 

 sun rays that gird him for an instant with pris- 

 matic rainbow tints, that are lost as quickly as he 

 falls back again and tries another rush. 



Of no avail are these bursts of speedy flight, for 

 the rod is held by a master hand, and the captive 

 is forced to try another leap. The repetition of 

 this rainbow effect comes with every quivering 

 jump for liberty, as long as the golden hue in 

 the atmosphere remains, — a hue too fleeting 

 altogether, for it gives such keen pleasure that 

 one's desire is to have it last for hours. 



Most fortunate is he who has once met with 

 this charming phase of fishing experience. Twice 

 it has been my good fortune, once on a Maine 

 lake, and again on a pond or very small lake in 

 Massachusetts. 



The glorious sunset of summer seems to me to 

 be most perfectly described in the " Revelation 

 of Saint John," where we are told of the glories of 

 a city paved with gold. Words uninspired cannot 

 convey even an idea of the perfect blending of 



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